Gestures
Sam caught me " trespassing " / admiring the falls on beautiful Tug Hollow Creek. With that, we introduced ourselves to each other and a friendship formed. He showed me his vineyard on Carpenter Rd. and allowed me to access to his property on Tug Hollow. I told him how much I loved the water and with that he deemed me "Otter Lady" and told me I was allowed to watch over his waterways. He had such an impact on me that whenever I came to New York , I always looked him up to chat. I will miss him tremendously and only wish I lived closer to him to talk more.
To know Sam was to love him and never forget him. Meeting with him again later in life, I saw he still had that quick wit and amazing intelligence from our school years together. He seemed to have always been his own person and walked to the beat of his own drum to the end. He was quick to forgive, loved and cared for everyone. His sparkling blue eyes reflected the gorgeous lake and Senecan skies. One of his more endearing thoughts to me was, "I can be the man of the mountain, I can be the troll under the bridge, I can look like I am the son of a great man, but mostly, I am happy to be me." He was our Seneca Sam. Class of 1970 ~ Go Senecans
I miss my new-found brother, Sam Argetsinger; a man who understood nature more than most. They say Dale Earnhardt could, "See the air," as he mastered those incredible passes. Sam could, "Feel the air, the ground below him, the rain on his shoulder..... and what it meant to his efforts." You are now at peace, Sam. Rest..... be blessed.
My dear friend, Sammy. Rest quietly, my friend. We will always see your smile and remember you as the great man that you are. Thankfully, we have wonderful memories and that will keep a smile on our face, as well.
You have touched many lives and we thank you for that.
My heart and prayers go to your family. Keep an open eye on us, we may need that.
You will be sadly missed but remembered with high regards.
Lord, you have called home one whom you truly love, gone now from this earthly dwelling, leaving behind those who mourn.
Grant that as we grieve we may hold memory dear, living in hope of your eternal kingdom where you promise to bring us all together again.
With Deepest Sympathy and Blessings,
Fran & Harold